Assassin Classroom Characters Novels & Stories

The smiling faces of three people who were making a picture-perfect family. My eyes caught the attention of the identity card that had her details. Iris Ivanov. "Iris...." My tongue rolled out her name. "Iris Ivanov....." I mumbled her name again with glitter in my eyes. Didn't know why her name felt so unique to me. "Daughter of Yuri Ivanov, the renowned Assassin." Igor completed her identity and I couldn't stop myself from mumbling the next words. "Welcome to my hell, my dear Assassin's Daughter."

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Safiya Aris stared at me for a while and I hoped he believes my lie, about the whole farting thing. Gosh, this is so embarrassing. "Ohh, I see. I'll go drop the plate then." He says and walked out of my room. Phew, I need to be really careful from now on, Aris already knows my identity, I can't let him know am an assassin, I can't.

She huffed, “all self taught. I never had anyone to ask to learn from or such. I only learned what I was able, while on the run. Before then I couldn’t even read anything or do much math. What difference does that make?” Wolferan spoke, “it doesn’t. I was just surprised by it. Most who never were taught never could read to begin. I never learned until someone sat down and taught me. It makes me wonder if you had been taught, would you have been a scholar instead of an assassin.” Leanunya looked at him, “I doubt it would have made much difference.”

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Just to avoid homework, they’d all lost their minds, scrambling to sacrifice me at the altar. Sarek, however, was beaming. He waved his hand grandly. “Excellent. Whoever finds her gets an A. And from now on, you may skip my class freely.” The class erupted. “Yes!” I looked at my classmates, all whose eyes were glowing with excitement, and finally understood that I was now a little bunny trapped in a wolf’s den. I was doomed. Just as the tech nerd was about to open his laptop, the classroom door slammed open with a bang. Standing in the doorway was the most feared disciplinarian on campus—the deputy vice-chancellor, a black mamba serpent beastwoman, her expression dark.

The crowd shouts back in unison, “YES, SIR!” He smirks and raises his own voice, “We are the Assassins Guild, and they are just bad guys. We kill bad guys for a living, because we are really fucking good at it!” The crowd punches the air, “YES, SIR!” Kai and Ash are getting pumped too. Rolling their shoulders and cracking their knuckles. Eddie nods and turns to their Portal-Witch,

Yassi ended her long story to Assi. Assi's face showed disbelief at what she said. Who would have believed that she is just a character in a comic book? "Everything you said is all true?" Assi's tearful question to her after hearing the truth. "Yes, Assi. You're just a character inside—" "That's not what I'm referring to, Yassi," she interrupted what she was going to say. "I'm referring to the things that you said about Karim."

“They’re usually within the top 20 for the benefits. Class A and Class B are very far from our reach, even for me. If you see them coming close, run away. Immediately. Understand?” Zen nodded. So far, Sasha told him about the three scariest students in the academy. The first was “Death Princess” who was currently ranked 5. The second was a crazy psychopath, better known as the “Terrorist”, who ranked 11. The third was a blind and effeminate man with the nickname “Seer”, ironically. He was ranked 9. “Do you have their character profiles card?” he asked, and Sasha shook her head. “Don’t need them to know what they’re capable of. It’s an open secret. Do you not know?”

And somehow, that made it all worth it. I walked out of the class with Cassian by my side, as we walked to an empty classroom. ________________________________ Cassian and I walked out of the classroom just as the hallway flooded with students. We wove through the chaos until we reached the old AV room….empty, dusty, and blessedly silent except for the faint hum of a projector no one remembered how to turn off. “So,” Cassian said, kicking a chair around to face me. “Are you gonna tell me why you dragged me out here like we’re about to plot a heist?”